Uncle Kracker - Heaven Lyrics
Chorus:If heaven aint a lot like detroitI dont wanna goIf heaven aint a lot like detroitId just a soon stay homeIf they aint got no 8 mileLike they do up in the dJust send me to hell or salt lake cityIt would be about the same to me...It would be about the same to meDetroit city from aretha to aaliyah to bob seger toJoe louis n his arena an now meParadime the mice of over achieversSmokin sewer caps bottom feeders and parking metersA bunch of bad dudes in the mad brew and tattoosSo think twice before you pass thruOr get clapped through wack crews get hurtWe can take you for a ride or take you for your shirtI did it in the bronx, I did it in queensAnd you can see me do it, do it down in new orleansFat backs n greens Im a scene of amazementYoull be picking all your teeth up off the *****ing pavementIs that kracker with a c?Naw kracker with a k!Kracker mother *****er all God damn dayYou could take gratiot south but thats a real rough routeYoull get found face down with your pockets hangin out(chorus)Back in the mother *****in saddleWanna battle kid rock ***** your up shits creek with out a paddleIm no tattle cause I do not snitchI lick clits n drop ***** n twats that spitI spit like hicks n mix hits for flomAnd thats what you call droppin bombsGot a bullet head dick with a 30 odd 6And from a thousand yards Ill hit ya right in the lips...shitMother*****ers wanna talk about shininHeres four fingers, kiss my *****in diamondsI keep climbin but these charts aint shitIm a whinin, linin, rhymin son of a *****Im the son of a shotguns unsung cryAnd Im the only mc thatll never diecause if its real youll feel it, so check for the nameOr look for the dog with the fade in the chain...yeah!(chorus)Krackers the name double x in sizeAn I reside on the side where the sun riseSee Ill never be touched cuz Im outta reachCall me kracker just be *****in up spots like bleachWorst in my division, I got *****es on fileFrom the mississippi river on back to belle isleI got style but it doesnt showI got more love for detroit than youll ever knowI know cats that sling crack n cats that scrapCats that bust beer bottles over baseball capsCats that get drunk and like to spark up skull catsThey keep sawed offs chillin up in their trunksWhores an 44s, scoops n blow an ***** faygo *****We poud cans of strohsWe run the mitten from the river way up to the farmsThats why we got these *****in ds tattooed on our arms(chorus)
